paradise.
an intermediate to greater things.


i just want you close
where you can stay forever
you can be sure
that it will only get better


the funny thing is that if you'd just reach out, you'll find support everywhere around you.
you closed the door and latched it.
they can knock, but its on you to open it to let them in.


the last moons.
keeping the swing in a steady beat.
all the way to the last measure.
then a new song begins.


mom took over, surprisingly.
an effortless fit.


doing us better.


no one, no one, no one
can get in the way of what i'm feeling
no one, no one, no one
can get in the way of what i feel for you.

perfection at 2:16 PM